Text/Yangzi
In early spring, I stayed at home silently and began the life of seven or eight steps in the living room and entering the bedroom.
Looking north from the guest bedroom "bay window", it is a corner of another community, and looking farther east, it is Anshun Road.
During the epidemic, the bustling vehicles on Anshun Road disappeared, let alone pedestrians, everything was quiet, sometimes it felt like there was no wind, only the branches of bare trees were shackled, and the black and gray stretched out to the sky, obviously a "heavenly question" map.
A few days later, the temperature rose, warm and warm, and the "bay window" looked at it, and outside the fence of the community, a tree on the side of the path seemed to have a little greenery. At this time, the community horn was "shouting" to do nucleic acid, so I went downstairs, across the fence of the community, and looked up at the tree.
A tree that feels not too tall upstairs has to look up at it on the ground. The family laughed and said, "Our family lives on the third floor, you see it from the upper floor is not high, standing on the ground, isn't it very tall?"
While looking up at it, I asked, "What about green?"
"It's going to be a few days." The family replied.
This is really in response to the saying: "Look at Qingqing from afar, but there is nothing nearby." The scene of early spring.
Six or seven days later, after a moderate rain, on a day with a higher temperature, I occasionally saw this tree, which had melted into greenery, and it turned out to be an elm tree. After two or three spring rains, the temperature is moderate, the elm money grows rapidly, the size is moderate, just when it is time to eat, I want to fold a few branches and steam to eat, the family said, there is no ladder and hook sickle, the community is still sealed can not go out, so can not eat. I was a little disappointed, a little bit of a sigh of relief.
Although I did not taste the delicacy of Yu Qian for various reasons, it evoked my memories of the past.
When I was very young, the years were not good, and many people outside the village carried a basket woven by tree strips, carrying a stick that was not thick or thin, just right, and went to the east village and into the west to ask for food to make a living. I clearly remember that an elder of the same clan in this village who often played in my house, according to the generations in the village, I called the eldest bride, led her granddaughter, asked for food, and just looked at my mother and me, and she took out a green whirring cake from the basket, which we locals called "vegetable eggs", that is, Yu Qian plus a little cornmeal steamed. Coupled with cornmeal steamed out of delicious, plus sweet potato noodles steamed out of the "vegetable eggs" is much more difficult to eat.
There are many elm trees in the countryside, but after all, it is limited, not everyone can eat it, and later, there is really no way, and the "Channeling Yang" has also been eaten. My father was in good health and was good at climbing trees since he was a child, so the family had stored several large jars of "Channeling Poplar" leaves, and my mother added some cornmeal, or sweet potato noodles, or bean noodles, steamed leaves to eat, so that she spent those difficult years.
I remember that inside the "second gate" of my hometown, the yard is very large. Our ancestors may be what we usually call "everyone lord", the economy is relatively solid, anyway, since I can remember, our family has a "gate" inside, "two doors" within the two-story courtyard. Due to my young age, I never asked the reason, until now I want to ask, but my parents have already returned home, and maybe I will never have the opportunity to know these specific things in the past.
Within the "second gate", there is a large yard, in my childhood memory, there are three large elm trees, in the north house doorway, one on one side, echoing each other, on the southwest side of the yard, near the "dining house" there is one, three elm trees, the thickness is basically equal, straight up, I remember at that time, my two small arms, no matter how hard to stretch, is also unable to hug over, for this reason, I tried many times, whenever I saw me trying to wrap around the elm tree, my mother always said: "Eat more, grow fast, you can hug it." ”。
Looking at the towering three elm trees, I only have a share to look up, but my brothers and sisters have a way, whenever the elm money is opened, they will try to climb to the branches, sit steadily, and then use a homemade branch hook to hook the soft elm branches, and carefully shake down the tender elm money, one by one, and put it into the cloth pocket hanging on the neck, at this time, they will not forget to put the fresh and tender elm money into their mouths and eat it with relish. Hungry, I was under the tree, leaning on my neck and shouting, "Brother, brother, sister, sister, fold a branch for me, I want to eat it."
So, a small branch, another twig, a branch full of green elm money, fluttered down from mid-air, and I quickly picked it up, ran away from under the tree, and sat on the bench in a safe place, picking it and eating it with taste.
Brothers and sisters handed a pocket full of elm money to their mothers, and then the mother would steam and eat them, or make them into "bean foam", or put some cornmeal and boil a pot of elm money porridge to supplement their lives.
Difficult years, has become the smoke of history, now happy days, has rarely tasted the delicious taste of Yu qian, Yu qian still naturally opened, but has rarely come to the dinner table, in the fast-paced life, only occasionally appeared as a delicacy, is a kind of memory of the past life, right?
Nowadays, staying at home and occasionally watching yu money blossom has caused full memories of the past, triggered lingering nostalgia, and caused infinite thoughts of homeland affection.
It is another year of elm blossoms, and it is full of memories and thoughts of hometown and relatives.
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【About the author】Liu Guoxia, pen name Yangzi, is a native of Weifang City. He is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, a member of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Weifang Writers Association. He enjoys novels, the creation of essays, the publication of novels, and the collection of essays "Memory of Time". In recent years, he has been engaged in the creation of landscape painting.
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